"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, I can at least keep you alive until you reach the Western Region!"
While the two were talking, a middle-aged man dressed a little strangely sat next to them holding a jar of wine.
The aura of this man was very strange, there was no murderous intent, and the look in his eyes was burning. At first glance, it seemed that he just came here to have a drink.
"Master, I wonder where you come from?"
Zhao Rui held the long knife tightly, his eyes full of vigilance.
"Of course I come from China. Judging from your accent, I should be from China too!"
The man had a weird smile on his face.
"Yes, I am from Dongliang! If I read correctly, you should be from Dongliang too."
Zhao Rui's face suddenly became more murderous. The last time he fell off the cliff, although he was forced by the Liang people, it was the Dongliang people who really surrounded and killed him.
"Do I look like a Dongliang person?"
The man shook his head: "It doesn't look like a human being, but your knife looks like it! Can you show it to me?"
"No!" Zhao Rui refused sternly, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed an inch.
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and the expression on his face became increasingly weird.
After a long time, he suddenly laughed, poured out two bowls of wine, and sent one bowl to Zhao Rui.
"We are all from the Central Plains, so we are destined to meet each other here. I would like to give you a bowl!"
Zhao Rui was not polite and picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
In the past, he might have worried about poison in the wine, but since he took the pills given by King Jingtian, he was immune to all poisons. In addition, he had a hundred years of skill to protect his body, so no matter how powerful the poison was, he could not be harmed.
"Fan Hu! Do you want to cause trouble again?"
A rather weak shout suddenly came from the side, and a gentle man who looked to be in his thirties came forward with some apology.
Judging from his attire, he must be a businessman.
"Young Master, I'm really sorry. My subordinates are a bit hot-tempered. If I offend you in any way, I'd like to thank Haihan!"
Zhao Rui raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes full of surprise.
When he was under the cliff, King Jingtian told him many things about Dongliang Kingdom.
It was a country that practiced martial arts to the extreme, and it was also a country with extremely serious class divisions.
Throughout the country, every man, woman, and child has practiced martial arts since childhood, but these people have been serving their masters for almost their entire lives.
After completing their studies, they were either sent to work in the salt mines or sold to other vassal states to fight in the war.
Most of the money obtained was basically taken away by the owner or the royal family, leaving very little in the hands of these people.
To a certain extent, the people of Dongliang have lived under the control of nobles and royal families all their lives. It is impossible for them to travel so far and become the subordinates of a businessman.
"It's okay!" Zhao Rui smiled grandly: "Is this gentleman here to do business?"
The man immediately took out his name card from his body.
"My Majesty Huangfu Xin, a native of Chen Song Dynasty! I often travel between the Western Regions and the Central Plains. If you need anything in the future, you can come to me. Although I dare not say that I can get everything in the world, at least for now
"I met you ten years ago!" Tuoba Xue looked very excited: "At that time, you transported a batch of salt and iron to Shidu."
Huangfu Xin stared at Tuoba Xue for a long time.
"I remembered, you are Rouran's Snow Princess! I didn't expect that after so many years of not seeing her, Her Royal Highness the Princess has become so graceful, but I was too blind to recognize you. I hope you'll forgive me!"